Epilogue
Fin
Sands lay on the beach, enjoying the sound of the waves and the warmth of the sun on his face.
It was a month after the Barillo incident, and Sands and Maggie had been sent to Baja, courtesy of Wattley.
Upon hearing rustling behind him, Sands turned and raised his gun.
"If you shoot me, I promise I'll be very angry." Maggie joked.
Sands smiled, dropped his gun, and opened his arms to his lover. Maggie accepted his embrace and nuzzled in his lap. She lay back and hid her face in the crook of his neck. After a while without words, Sands heard Maggie sniffle and felt drops on his shoulder.
"Baby? What's wrong?" Sands asked, sitting up.
Maggie smiled. "Shel…
I'm pregnant."
Fin
